The further and continuing adventures of the girl who sat in the back of your homeroom, reading and daydreaming.

Friday, July 03, 2015

Stop Me If You've Heard This One...

"Not this morning -- I have a headache." Which would be funnier if it wasn't true. I'm positively bilious in both senses of the word. Toast and coffee is just about too much. My temper has a fuse about an eighth of an inch long and I think there's an M-80 on the far side.

...However, as the holiday and its hazards approach, I am reminded of Ms. Diaz, the nice Hispanic lady who knows which chemicals will hurt or kill you, and all the signs and symptoms. Oh, she's in your workplace, too, by Federal mandate: MSDS. Don't eat fireworks, mmmkay, not even to hide 'em from the Fire Marshal, and don't be holding them in your hand or aiming the aimable ones at people or critters. Ya heathens.

"I saw to what extent the people among whom I lived could be trusted as good neighbors and friends; that their friendship was for summer weather only; that they did not greatly propose to do right; that they were a distinct race from me by their prejudices and superstitions."